This is a song about "What if i never oick up the phone"

If you like what we doing speak the fuck up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

And when i do baby ill right be there with you on the phone,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I don't even talk to them on the phone again

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Never quite know what might happen if

What if y'all grew up watchin' the pimps, thieves, prostitutes,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

All the shit that his dealing on his own, if only he had a friend to phone

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

So just pocket your phone, i don't even care if you smash it, just turn it off.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce